Psalm 9
PSALM 9. Confitebor tibi.
I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will speak of all thy marvellous works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.
3 While mine enemies are driven back: they shall fall and perish at thy presence.
4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne that judgest right.
5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly: thou hast put out their name forever and ever.
6 O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.
7 But the Lord shall endure for ever: he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.
8 For he shall judge the world in righteousness: and minister true judgement unto the people.
9 The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed: even a refuge in due time of trouble.
10 And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.
11 O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion: shew the people of his doings.
12 For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me: thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.
14 That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.
16 The Lord is known to execute judgement: the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.
17 The wicked shall be turned into hell: and all the people that forget God.
18 For the poor shall not alway be forgotten: the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.
19 Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand: let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
20 Put them in fear, O Lord: that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.